My Trip

So work is sending me to Japan for 2 months and I needed a way to keep in touch with everyone, hence this blog. Part “hey, I’m still alive”, part diary, part travel guide, part chance to prove I’m not truly illiterate – however you look at it, the intended goal is to entertain. Apologies in advance for when I descend into a morass of homesick whining.

Monday, July 19, 2004

Child proof OJ

Ok, I have kept silent for as long as I can, but this morning I cannot stand it any more. That line from the movie who’s name I can never remember keeps coming back to me - “Because Caucasians are just too damn tall!”

Orange juice here comes in 1 liter containers that look like miniature versions of our ½ gallon containers. Most of them have the little round plastic pour spouts that are becoming popular at home, with the same pull tab opening (the little round plastic ring that you put your finger in to pull off to unseal the container the first time). But think about it – if the container is smaller, then the pour spout and the tab also have to be smaller. But the pour spout on the larger container barely fits my finger, especially in the morning before I’ve really woken up. You see the issue here?

So I’m standing in the kitchen early this morning, tired and grumpy with a trace of a dehydration headache from yesterday’s sun. And I can’t get my pinkie finger through the stupid little plastic ring no matter how hard I try. Utensils don’t work because they don’t bend enough. Cutting the stupid thing off will just result in a puddle on the floor. And because they have the pour spout, they seal the top (the old fashioned opening) really well so I can’t get that open either.

All I want is a glass of orange juice – is that really too much to ask?

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